First time story and I have no idea what I am going to even write about. But… here goes.
Maddy out! ;)
Prologue
Hiya, I'm Jasmine, I’m from a really small village in India but live in London. I barely remember a single thing about my home. I've lived here in London for almost 7 years now, and what a rough 7 years it has been. This is my life, my messed up, crazy, pitiful life. I think I’ll start by telling you a little bit about myself. I'm 17 years old and my parents ditched me at this dump when I was 10 years old. I didn’t know why, and I don’t know why to this day. They then died due to an overdose of drugs and alcohol. Don't pity me. I stopped loving them when they walked out of my life 7 years ago. I taught myself that love was a bad thing. An evil thing, that is only capable of destroying. Only, I didn't know that it was so unexpected and when I was 14 I met somebody who tipped my whole world upside down. Who was he? Why; he was my gay guy.
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The gay guy and I (ON HOLD FOR EDITING)
Non-FictionWhen Jasmine's parents leave her alone in a childhome, then die later from drugs and alcohol, she gets placed in a orphanage. There she sees the dirty work of a cruel gang living next door, kids get beaten all the time and shes next on the list. But...
